"Darling..."
"Little darling..."
"Qin Yi..."
Those acquainted with Qin Yi were all shocked, exclaiming aloud.
No one expected that someone as strong as Qin Yi would be silenced by Diao Cheng's sword.
Diao Cheng himself seemed surprised, momentarily stunned, then filled with ecstatic joy.
"Hahaha... Qin Yi, even you have days like this. I said today you'd pay back in blood, and you will..."
However, in the next second, Diao Cheng's boastful laughter abruptly stopped, as if someone suddenly clutched his throat, freezing his smile into something comical.
Everyone's mouths were agape in shock.
Because Qin Yi had dissipated, like clouds, like smoke, like sand drifting away.
This...
What is happening?
But when they turned their gaze to another direction, the mouths that had just closed once again gaped open, eyes bulging like toads.
